Plot: Sequel to Legend of Tacid. Two sides at war. The Black Dojo vs The Imperial Army. While the current Emperor leads the Imperial Army, it is considered the evil of this RP. You are a human with one pokemon at your side, either samurai, ninja, or part of the 8 man dispatch unit sent to somehow end the Emperor's tyranny. Not just the pokemon battle. You may choose to not have a pokemon when you start.

Additional Rules: No godmodding
No double Posting
No Legendaries
One warning and you get the boot.
You are only allowed one main character. Other may be added if they aren't main to keep the story moving.
The Pokemon you have must be specialists in one of these 5 categories

You need to create a character: name, gender, rank in the war (if any), personality, and any interesting traits that may make them interesting (you may choose not to do this) and a Pokemon: Name, gender, moves, personality, interesting traits (again optional).

8 Man dispatch unit (not ranks but reasons you are on the team, one person each). Remember that your pokemon must reflect what your job is. (ex: a Scout should not use a Tyranitar but Kecleon would be a wise choice)

*Remember, Samurai times = no pokeballs which means ur pokemon travel with you, so you may want to avoid a Wailord or Slugma... just saying.

My Character:
Name: Pan Tamaran
Gender: Male
Specialist: Melee Combat
Personality: Calculating and overly serious. Experienced in war and has the power of the third eye (can read minds)
Imperial: Emperor

Pokemon: None

(Note: your characters must be reasonable. The fact that this character reads minds is from the first RP and so one shouldn't see other people with superpowers... it is the reason why it will take a team to take him down.)

In addition, you may choose to have no pokemon when starting in the Rp and could easily pick one up later.

(Note: Many of the previous RP members have been quite active, so if you're not on that often you might get left out of somethings. I am not saying that this is exclusion, it is just that the story may progress towards more of the liking of those that are participating more often.)

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Chapter 2: The Reign of FireLocation: Imperial Palace Throne Room

Emperor Pan Tamaran was seated quietly on his throne in silent contemplation. He was alone in his gigantic chamber, as was his preference. The others always have to think so loud, and about everything that crosses their vision! He liked being alone. It allowed him to think without others clouding his concentration with their thoughts. The guards were ordered to be stationed outside this room and could not enter unless summoned or with a message.

Pan's rule was absolute. Since his rise to power, his enemies were nothing but annoying pests that he easily could pay no heed to. Noone had the strength he possessed. Not physical strength mind you. But mental strength. Through a 'fortunate' turn of events, Pan Tamran received a talent.

He was a Seer you see. What is a Seer you may ask? A Seer is one who possesses a third eye, the Talent of Tacid. A third eye, or mental eye, which can peek and rummage through the thoughts of others as if the person's thoughts were carefully filed and labeled for just such purpose. He could read about their past, present, and their plans for the future. He possessed the power of mind.

A Seer is most potent in battle. Anyone who knew what they were doing would be weakest against a Seer. If someone knew their plans for battle and understood just what to do in certain circumstances, Pan Tamaran would know exactly what NOT to do. Only a Seer can stand up to a Seer.

Because of his power, he never needed interrogators. He never needed to touch a prisoner. He never needed to look at the faces of the rebellious. He knew, far more then the renegades gave him credit for. A law was passed out in that area for the citizens of Pan Tamaran.

All actions, thoughts, and mindsets set against the Emperor are punishable by death.

Needless to say, there were innumerable executions in the kingdom of Tamaran's. The escense of privacy was but a figment of immagination.

Pan Tamaran had lost something dear to him when he received his power. He lost his very soul, in a sense. As a result, no Pokemon would dare befriend him. They saw him as an abomination to nature, which he very well was. This fact didn't bother Pan Tamaran. He was indifferent as to the feelings of Pokemon. They are there to serve those that need them, and as far as he was concerned, he needed noone.

Emperor Tamaran walked briskly to his immense doors to his throne room and opened them, revealing 2 Imperial guards at attention. Pan heard their thoughts.

Guard #1: He approaches! Great, my thoughts are all jumbled right now. Clear your mind, that is what he wants in his guards. Show nothing

Guard #2: Emperor Tamaran is back from his thought vacation. Must be odd to deal with such an issues.

"And a wonderful thought vacation it was gentlemen. I would advise you to worry about your own problems, when you leave your stations of course." He was not smiling when he said this. He rarely ever smiled anymore. Nothing seemed to satisfy him anymore. He had money, wealth, youth, and any woman he really wanted. But the absence of a soul is the absence of being complete. "The time has come for me to prepare my troops for the next invasion. I trust you will still be on guard when I return."

Guard #1: @$$hole... ahh crap... I said that in my head.

Guard #2: Grrrr.... more hours.... I mean... I am serving the Emperor as he sees fit.

Pan whirled around and stabbed the first guard in the arm, leaving him screaming in agony. "Now THAT is what a true @$$hole does. Do not think I am one again unless you want me to act like it." He turned to the other guard. "You on the other hand, are thinking more to my liking. Clean up this mess as I would see fit." He continued to stroll down the corridor to the war room, ignoring the cursing and shrieking behind him. It is hard to find good help these days. Thoughts are so blatant and rude at times..., thought Pan. But now, back to business.

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Last edited by Whitewash on Thu Aug 02, 2007 2:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Other info: See the first rp for more info. Use the first and last page.
Aseren's 'lover' and watches over him. Makes sure that he doesn't drink too much. Keeps in shape, has improved archery. Left-handed.

Well I guess I am the first new charecter, I started roll playing after the first LoT started so I couldn't join then. I want to be Tom's helper if that's alright w. Treeckomaster.

My Character:
Name: Tirn Ilnoque
Gender: Male
Specialist: infiltration (sleath is useless against mind reading.)
Personality: He is very caring, knowing people need compassion in this time of violence. He is ruthless in battle though, doing whatever is nessesarry to protect himself and his freinds thanks to his one track mind. Though he is technically nija he takes orders from those he respects, no other, though he usually respects all his superior officers. He is very hyperactive and acts almost completly on instinct at almost all times, he rarly thinks ahead so he has learned to be prepared for anything at all times.
Ninja: Bladesworn

Pokemon: Gallade

Other info: He has a VERY short crew cut and often shaves hair off the rest of his body. His sword is a short samuri sword.

(I have no problem with it but PM Tom to discuss what you want Tirn and Tom do be doing. It is best to be subtle about your plans and reveal them later. Makes it more fun for the other readers and RP players too.
WELCOME ABOARD! )

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((Arseran is bladesworn, one rank down. Anyway, Tom shall be sending you on all sorts of missions...))

Thu Aug 02, 2007 3:15 pm

Mr. Chiss

Dragon Tamer

Joined: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:07 pmPosts: 100

(Yeah, I kinda think the Black Dojo would demote him after he screwed up his mission to obtain the Weapon of Tacid for the Black Dojo and prevent the Imperials from obtaining it. But could we start soon?)

(We will start once our main guys join, but we still need to give new guys a chance to join. I'd suggest maybe making a Prologue for each of your characters. Kind of a way of introducing your personalities, quirks, etc and your interesting back stories on their past.)

_________________<center><img src="images/trainercards/whitewash.png"></center>To be a pokemon master you must enslave them all!

The Musty Praun was an old tavern, resting in the long mountain ranges. It was away from the tyranny of Emperor Tamaran, fo now... It was smack in the middle of a town by the name of Brigsbey. A quaint town with a kindly bunch of folks. It was a place of merriment and kavorting, if those are truely even words. The travelers of the area found refuge from Pan's taxes in such a remote location.

It was nightfall, and most of the buildings were dark in the windows. But not the Musty Praun. It was a nocturnal haven for thugs, merchants, tourists, and all kinds of people. One could see a young man approaching the tavern at a trudging pace, apprehensive about something. It was raining outside, and his hood would not keep him completely dry.

He burst into the tavern to find that he had burst into a party. Everyone was drinking and laughing. A band was playing in the background, some unknown city tune on the flute and a strange foreign guitar of some sort. He sat down, looked around, and ordered a drink.

A large man was seated next to him. His eyes were red from the ale and his face looked beat red. His torso was large, but muscular, as if some great warrior decided to gain weight and just didn't stop gaining it. He had a dark red-brown beard, which was long enough to hide his probably gigantic neck. He turned around and eyed the young stranger warily, as if this new comer was an unforeseen threat. Blame the ale for that judgement.

"You are not a local are yeh boy?" asked the big red-faced man. "No, I am not," replied the young man firmly. He decided to add,"I am from inside Tamaran's borders." Tamaran...

The man became angry suddenly and smashed his fist on the table. "That Pan Tamaran! What a narcisistic low-down weasel of a man!" "Watch what you say about him... sir," warned the young lad. "Noone can stand up to him with his talents and skills. Why, I don't think anyone can touch him!"

THe red-faced man looked down upon the young lad with eyes that seemed to be criss-crossed and unfocused. "Does the fool still have a scar across his left eye?" The young man thought it over. "Why, yes I believe he does. What are you getting at?" The young man didn't know where this was going but really didn't care. He was associating with a drunkard, nothing more. "What do you think gave him that scar?" asked the big man again. "I don't kno-" "I IS WHAT GAVE HIM THAT SCAR!" With that he fell off his stool and collapsed on the floor of the tavern, drunk as a skunk.

Alcoholics, they make me sick! thought the young man. Strangely enough, the drunk man replied, "Then if you're sick, take some medicine!" "I never said I was sick you drunken fool!" He grabbed his drink and made for a table. That was still odd that he said that, thought the young man. "Crazy drunks..."

Name: Yotoshi
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Specialist: Melee Combat
Personality: Quiet and Calm
Ninja, Bladesworn
Random other info: It is still unknown what orginization he works for, but it is rather new and only started last year. Their mission is to get as much information as they can about the Imperials, and then plot to destroy them.

Pokemon: A Male Ninjask called Nin.

(Sorry, if I did anything wrong, I just wanted to spice up the RP with an unkown organization.)

Kinar and I watched as our boat slipped away, and sighed. I had come off of our private, safe island in hopes of finding Aseren, who had left a few months ago. ((Is that alright?)) I looked around, and found the perfect place to find him in. I smiled and walked towards the bar. Now, there were very many bars here, but this one was different. People were screaming. I walked swiftly, my hand on Kinar's back. I walked into the bar, and instantly saw Tom. Knowing that he was most likely looking for Aseren, I lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Smiling at him, I waved, and pointed at a man asleep on the ground. I walked over near him, thinking, Aseren...ASEREN?! Get UP!!I bent down by him. I knew that the two would recognize me, seeing as over the years, my looks never changed much. The only difference was that my hair was now down to the back of my calves. I had it on a ponytail, so that really made it down to the floor. I walked to Aseren, and slapped him. That should wake him up. I thought. I then added, to help get him up, Drunken, lazy, idiotic man. I smiled once more. He was a lot fatter than I remembered him, but he could probably lose it all quickly.

Trin cooly sipped his drink though the tavern was chaos around him. He was watching the three strangers bending over the drunken man, they seemed to be concentrating on something. What in the world could they be concentrating on? he thought It's just a drunken fat weirdo, what could they be interested in? He had seen plenty of weirdos, working at this tavern, but they had all been very verbal. Might as well get some of that smelly plant I made out, he looks like he's out for the count. And that one with the ninja postouire looks like he needs to talk to him. I should be helpful to a fellow rebel. He reached into his stuffed bag and walked with the restoritive plant leaf over to the strange group.

((How's that for an intro? ))

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^DarkCosmos, Poems^

Thu Aug 02, 2007 6:52 pm

TyphlosionXplosion

Dragon Tamer

Joined: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:24 amPosts: 180Location: New York

Name - Ben Kei Ishihara
Gender - Male
Age - 57
Rank - Formally an ostricized imperial he fled the country and be came a general in a military called the "Consortium" (no effect on the roleplay but important for the charater)
Personality- A fierce loyalty to duty, normally reserved. His rank gives him something of a superiority complex.
Interesting trait - lost his left eye in battle wears a black eyepatch
Appearance - Full plate armor, colored gold, a red cloak bearing the consortium emblem. Wears no helm, has a thin beard with hair mostly gray.
Attack style and weapon - melee combat using a large broadsword.

Sevear was running low on supplies, so he decided to go to the market. He was stopped due to the torrential rain, so he decided to stop at a tavern until the rain died.

It looks suitable enough, eh Duke? His Lucario responded with a nod.

Not much had changed about Sevear, but his hair had begun to grey. He walked into the tavern with Duke at his side, sword at the ready. He had heard that alot of criminals were around these parts, and he didn't want to become there next victim.

As he walked through the doors, he thought he recognized someone.

It can't be? thought Sevear, before tapping the woman on the shoulder and saying, "Hiroki?"

I turned around swiftly. "Sevear!" I jumped up. "Long time no see. How have you been?" My face kept a serious expression, but I was relieved.

I then looked to the sorry mass behind me. "Err...I just ran into Tom and Aseren...and well...I'm guessing that you can guess which one is Aseren..."I trailed off, my hand behind my head. I was glad that he recognized me, and had stayed. I guess I haven't changed in looks much over the years...

In fact, I hadn't. The only difference that I found was that my hair was longer, now coming up a little higher than my ankles, and kept in a ponytail wrapped in a thick and long ribbon. Anyhow, I was gald that I hadn't changed. It would make it difficult for anyone that knew and trusted me to find me. Except for Pan, though. I had trusted him, but he changed..for the worse...

"I've been good for the most part. Stressed, though. I haven't been able to live my old lifestyle, i'm sure nobody has. But that's beside the point; how have you been?" he asked, staring at the drunken mass on the floor.

I'm guessing that's Aseren. If he's the only one who can stop Pan, we're doomed. thought Sevear, while seating himself on the nearest stool.

"I've been well. And safe. I have found a safe place that is Pan-free, but I don't know of what has happened while my absence. Care to fill me in?" I asked, smiled, and turned back to Aseren. I took a pill from my back pocket, and popped a pill into his mouth. That would take away the headaches and the drunken status. I sighed and looked around the bar at the frightened and yelling people in the midst of chaos. I wondered what to say to them, and decided against it. I put Aseren onto Kinar, and nodded. They were gone the next instant. I gathered Tom and Sevear. "Let's go." I whispered, and threw down a smoke bomb, and disappeared. Pan did not need to know that we were here. We could not have the people see us any longer, or we would be recognized.

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